22582131Cres. Then sweet my Lord ile call mine vnckle downe,

22592132Hee shall vnbolt the gates.

22602133Troyl. Trouble him not.

22612134To bed to bed: sleepe kill those pritty eyes,

22622135And giue as soft attachment to thy sences,

22632136As infants empty of all thought.

22642137Cres. Good morrow then.

22652138Troyl. I prithee now to bed.

22662139Cres. Are you a weary of me?

22672140Troyl. O Cresseida! but that the busie day,

22682141Wak't by the Larke hath rouzd the ribald Crowes,

22692142And dreaming night will hide our ioyes no longer,

22702143I would not from thee.

22712144Cres. Night hath beene too briefe.

22722145Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venemous wights she staies

22732146As tediously as hell, But flies the graspes of loue,

22742147With wings more momentary swift then thought,

22752148You will catch colde and curse me.

22762149Cres. Prithee tarry, you men will neuer tarry,

22772150O foolish Cresseid, I might haue still held of,

22782151And then you would haue tarried. Harke ther's one vp.

22792152Pand. Whats all the doorcs open heere?

22802153Troyl. It is your Vncle.

22812154Cres. A pestilence on him: now will he be mocking:

22822155I shall haue such a life.

22832156Pand. How now, how now, how go maiden-heads,

22842157Heere you maide, where's my cozin Cresseid?

22852158Cres. Go hang your selfe, you naughty mocking vncle,

22862159You bring me to doo---and then you floute me to.

22872160Pand. To do what, to do what? let her say what,

22882161What haue I brought you to doe?

22892162Cres. Come, come, beshrew your heart, youle nere be good,

22902163nor suffer others.

22912164Pand. Ha, ha: alas poore wretch: a poore chipochia, hast

22922165not slept tonight? would hee not (a naughty man) let it

22932166sleepe, a bug-beare take him.

22942167Cres. Did not I tell you? would he were knockt ith' head,

22952168Who's that at doore, good vnckle go and see. One knocks.